’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. She drew a long breath. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. He waved a hand toward the sea. " "Never," replied Winifred. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers.
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